| What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?
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| What can you tell me of reality?
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| I’m only woman, not just a fantasy
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| And the flesh and blood is warmer than some color transparency
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| Every woman’s a Madonna; |
| every woman’s a whore
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| You can try to reduce me but I’m so much more
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| I don’t want to be your mother; |
| won’t be shoved in a drawer
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| 'cause every woman’s a Madonna, every woman’s a whore, that’s right
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| What are you thinking when you push me away?
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| Was it some promise in your youth you made?
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| Holding out for something or hoping to be saved
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| Does it make you feel power or are you just afraid of me?
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| Every woman’s a Madonna; |
| every woman’s a whore
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| You can try to reduce me but I’m so much more
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| I don’t want to be your mother; |
| won’t be shoved in a drawer
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| 'cause every woman’s a Madonna, every woman’s a whore, that’s right
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| I don’t know
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| If you say so
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| Got so many do’s and don’ts my head is spinning
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| Hey Romeo, j-j-j-just let get go
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| Maybe everything could use a little sinning
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| Every woman’s a Madonna; |
| every woman’s a whore
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| You can try and reduce me but I’m so much more
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| I don’t want to be your mother; |
| won’t be shoved in a drawer
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| 'cause every woman’s a Madonna, every woman’s a whore
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| Every woman’s a Madonna; |
| every woman’s a whore
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| You can try and reduce me but I’m so much more
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| I don’t want to be your mother; |
| won’t be shoved in a drawer
|
| 'cause every woman’s a Madonna, every woman’s a whore, that’s right
|
| You can try to reduce me but I’m so much more
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| I don’t want to be your mother; |
| won’t be shoved in a drawer
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| 'cause every woman’s a Madonna, every woman’s a whore, that’s right |